This is coming from my POV (Point of View), I am a person who has low vision, so I use a white cane, with a tip and rolls along as I walk, tell me about what a head of me.

Poetry: A Bit of Fall in the Air!

As I walk down the street, the air is cool and feel nice to my face, I feel the sun as it come out from a behind a cloud warming my face with its light.

Sometime I can pick up the smell of wood smoke in the ar, for some people use their fireplaces to take the chill in the air, mostly when its get a bit more nippy in the air, or if there is no wind to blow it away from me.

Along the way I see trees's leaves change color and falling at my feet as I walk by. I see golden yellow, red, and other pretty color too many to say in just one bit, some are blowing into my path as I walk, they cruch along as I walk with my white cane as my rolling tip goes along a head of me, and under my feet too.

Along the way I feel the sun as each day it sets earlier each day. Bring along a cool, crips feeling to the air at night.

There is a bit a nip in the air, the wind blows across my face, sending the air rushing around my body as I walk, my white cane rolling in front of me, rolling along side to side, telling me what my eyes no long can tell, cracks in the sidewalk.

I smell a change in the air, the cars as they go by, I hear the leaves as they blow pass me, sometime seeing a brownish patch daring in front of me, I see bits of color as I walk, golden yellow, reds, browns and other colors most people would seem but to me most of the time they are blurred together so colors are not as clear as they used to be.
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